Peace Barrier Of The Brutalism: Manipulation

Chapter 3: The Black Pen

Exhausted from work, Farith approached the door and was greeted by a scene of pure serenity: his wife laughing and his son, growing bigger, sharing a moment of happiness.

"So this is what it feels like..." he muttered, staring at both of them.

Their smiles and laughter faded away as Farith walked in, feeling as if he had ruined the moment. He watched as Frieth ran away from him.

"H-how could I?" Farith spoke, his voice heavy with shame. He slowly approached his wife, Szumarina, who stood there struggling to maintain her composure, desperately trying to read his mind to avoid any potential trouble. As he continued to move toward her with an aggressive stride, she began to move the chair in an attempt to create a barrier and defend herself.

"WHY?!" Farith said aggressively, his hands clenched and eyes widened.

"W-what are you talking about?" Szumarina said in fear.

He approached her, pulling the chair aside and tossing it away. As he touched her shoulder tightly, she felt the tense grip from him.

"WHY?! WHY?!" he repeated, his voice growing even more fearful. She was still clueless about what he was trying to do or say. She raised her arms, trying to defend herself.

"I don't know!" she cried, still confused.

Then suddenly, Frieth saw her crying again and slapped her.

"That would be the last one," Frieth said, then hugged her tightly.

So tight that she tried to push him away. For 20 years of arguments and a broken family, she felt a hug from her husband for the first time, the tightest she had ever felt. She stopped moving, hearing Frieth's cries and sobbing. She stopped pushing him away, feeling the love between them. She hugged back. She smiled, not from her son, but for 20 years, she smiled again in front of Farith. It was pure happiness for them both, even though she did not know why he changed so suddenly. Farith sobbed. An abusive, handsome man with a masculine body, beard, and mustache, cried over a girl.

"Oh God... What have I done?" Farith said, while crying.

"Am I still considered a dad? Tell me, Szumarina... Am I still a father? Why didn't you leave me?" he asked, feeling all the guilt for what he had done.

"Shall we go outside, my love?" she said softly, still leaving Farith's questions unanswered. And so they went out.

Amidst the sunset of the Autumn Village, this couple enjoyed their time outside, feeling pure happiness and serenity. Even the crowded place couldn't affect their loving moments. They asked each other questions as if they had suffered from success. "What is a problem? What is sadness? I don't remember anything."

Meanwhile, at the palace of Villora, a thunderous flame traveled at the speed of light. The palace seemed peaceful, with pure smiles here and happiness there. It was all the doings of the holy king, a hero, savior, and blessed figure. The whole world considered this a heavenly palace, a gift from God. Even the people of Autumn Village considered the king a hero and savior, a gift from God, and wished for his long life.

The palace was so perfect that some people whispered horrible things about it. Some myths suggested that the peace was due to the palace's brutal conquests in the past, while others said it was simply blessed by God. These conflicting stories remained unanswered, leaving the truth shrouded in mystery. Whenever the King's name was written, it alerted the King himself. King Nolan, the King of Villora, was a tall teenager with blue eyes and blonde hair, truly gifted. Every girl shouted his name whenever he went outside.

One day, King Nolan felt his brain vibrating frequently as his name was being written. He sent thousands of soldiers to search but found nothing. When they finally encountered a man, it was too late. A great historian and writer, known only as "The Black Pen," left only this clue while running away. The Black Pen was determined to reveal Villora's history. No one else dared because it would result in a death penalty, one of the proofs of the palace's hidden evilness despite its peaceful appearance. Everyone was scared except The Black Pen.

All he did was write, and write, and write. He continued until he became the best-selling author and grew rich. Soon he faced an existential crisis due to having no problems at all. He decided to write the most dangerous book, revealing the brutality of the palace. The Black Pen prepared for disaster, knowing he could be killed with one wrong move. In his basement, he wrote countless nonsense books about romance and sci-fi, killing every main character of each story. Before starting the forbidden book, he published all of them at once.

Finally, he began writing the first page of his dangerous book, titled "The Skin-Peeling Touch of Queen Villora." King Nolan began to feel the vibration, and the guards started looking for the source. The Black Pen wrote the first sentence, and everything started.